Ⅴ
Arthur softly intoned Silence, and the deathly aura surged upward.
The corpses that the Great Dragon's wings had swept into the air, only to crash back to the ground.
The corpses that had screamed amid the flames before turning into charred husks.
And then...
The stampede!
The old people, children, and women who had been consumed by endless terror, utterly at a loss, running around like headless chickens until they died in the chaos.
Now, all their resentment had found an outlet.
Arthur was willing to listen.
Arthur was willing to help them take revenge.
All he needed to do was send forth their deathly aura.
Then,
what was there to hesitate over?
Whoosh!
A fierce wind sprang up.
It was a wind composed entirely of deathly aura, a true "wind of death."
This wind was icy and utterly lifeless.
This wind was gray and unending.
This wind-
engulfed the crimson Great Dragon!
"Roar! Aaaah!"
The furious roar soon gave way to nothing but relentless screams.
The being known as the Calamity of Flame tumbled to the ground like a bomber whose fuel tank had been hit, skidding past Arthur.
"Such power!
You aren't human!
You are a child of 'Death'!
You are..."
The voice abruptly stopped. Arthur never heard the rest; he had already appeared inside the Marquis of Einhaas's private treasury.
Arthur's expression remained unchanged.
The Calamity of Flame's unfinished words neither unsettled him nor made him impatient.
After all, Arthur knew perfectly well what the dragon had been about to say.
It was simply something about his talent.
He knew all that.
More importantly, he knew that the illusory realm just now had been created entirely by the Calamity of Flame's lingering consciousness. Its sheer realism left Arthur astonished at the power the Calamity of Flame